CHAPTER TWO
“C’mon in the kitchen,” Stefano said, walking in front of us in his satin pajama pants.
I guess I should have felt sorry for him. After all, Logan had just dumped him. His sister and the whole freaking shiver that he ran had betrayed him. It was just a little hard to feel sorry for a man who at our age still had that much bounce to his ass, and also, I really detested men my age who dated guys my nephew’s age.
“How about comfort food?” Stefano asked.
“You’ve had a rough day, huh?” Cole asked.
Cole was always such a dad, even with this incredible looking douche who had seduced his youngest son.
“I think he’ll be fine,” I said with probably a bit of an attitude in my voice.
Stefano was looking into his giant designer refrigerator, but he turned around to look at me and ask
